Well I'll be damned.

Well, not on this show.

Ratner, you ain't lived it you witnessed it from your folks' pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

Fuck that shit. Pabst Blue Ribbon!

Who the fuck will salute? That's my question.

Burn, Don't Freeze

It's like what for? Or how come? Don't let the where fool you.

Is this about Fat Possum records?
Wipeout?

It's the abs that really do it for me.

Don't write tragedies.

GeoGreg the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this,—thou art a villain.

Mercutio
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.

This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come.

Okay, but the computer will have to be a badly-lit old Mac. And everyone will be hunched over the guy with the glasses in front of it. Everyone's sweaty and wearing suspenders. They've got this motherfucker now.

He's a crocodile looking dude. Freak strength. Killed the second Robin's parents, until he didn't.

But they're bound to have a subconscious pattern. That's how the cops will see where the next one will occur on the map. The map will have pins on it. Paper maps. You can't stick pins in computers. It's the criminals initials. That's the pattern. It was so simple! Ha-ha, the end.

You want these people committing crimes on the streets, or do you want them where you can watch them. Think about it.

You are far from the madding crowd if you've never heard of him.